Clark leaned in, scanning the stats. “And this is across all sports?”
Wow, that is CRAZY. There should be a ton of concussions in football alone. Great detail here.
The investigation was just beginning, and this time, she wasn’t chasing the story alone.
Awww. That's such a sweet realization.
Lois held it to the light. Pale green. Slight shimmer.
Oh, nooooo...
Eli’s silence stretched. Then, quietly: “I don’t feel anything. Not during the game. Not after.”
Oh, YIKES. That's so scary!
Eli’s eyes darkened. “I trust my body. And it’s telling me something’s wrong.”
Awesome response from an athlete.
Lois stood, her voice steady. “I’m a reporter. I don’t wait for backup when the story’s moving.”
...yup.
He gave a small smile. “I’m sure. We’ve been digging hard, but we’re not chasing this nonstop. We just need to learn to prioritize.”
That's a nice step for them. It won't always be possible, so it's nice to identify the stories where it is.
Outside, the city kept moving. But inside, they chose to pause—just long enough to remember what mattered.
Aww! Such a cute chapter end!
